Stunning

I’ve written quite a few times about my grandmother but I don’t think I’ve ever posted an image to go with those words. If you don’t know Granny, go read this post – Giving Credit Where Credit Is Due – and then you can come back and stare at this photo that I love so much to put a face to the name.

Isn’t she stunning?

I love her laugh the most but that hair and the dress and those shoes (oh, the shoes!) are all very close runners-up.

(My uncle shoving an entire Easter egg into his mouth is an added bonus!)

Simply Abby

A new favorite photo of her. A simple Saturday night. A little girl on the verge of laughter. No posing. No editing. Just my baby.

Snapdragons

I Can’t Help Myself

… from sharing this photo.

My sweet friend had this gorgeous little boy just a few days before Christmas and she graciously let me take his picture.

I think his lips are the most smoochable things I’ve ever seen.

Family

Photos of the three of us tend to only appear at Christmastime but I’m hoping to change that.

Two pictures a year isn’t asking too much, is it?

The Missing Ingalls & Missing The Ingalls

Anyone else wishing a “Little House on the Prairie” remake was in the works?

A Picture is Worth…

I’m rarely in front of a camera, but I’m pretty sure if someone were to take my photo today, I’d look exactly like this.

Only with more wrinkles and less hair.

There’s been little action on the blog lately because I’ve been going through a verbal dry spell.

While (as Matt will attest) I am still perfectly capable of talking about nothing for hours on end, the truth is, I don’t want to.

I want to talk about the important things, the life and death things, the soul-crushing, faith-buoying things.

But I can’t get the words out.

Huge amounts of words and thoughts and prayers in my head + nothing making sense when spoken or written =

Thanks for bearing with me.

The Birds

Beyond the flowers, we’re also finding that our house is home to quite a few varieties of birds. I think the devil bamboo (more on that later) attracts them.

While I think hearing them all sing at once is beautiful, Abby’s easily annoyed by it and can regularly be heard screaming, “Stop it birds. That’s enough! Ughhhh…. they’re so loud!”

Here are a few I managed to snap a shot of:

(This isn’t a great photo, but please tell me you can see the size of the bird in the trees.)

Homegrown Classics

I stumbled upon this scene in my backyard.

Doesn’t it remind you of something?

What is it… what is it…

Yep. That’s it.

You can see she started feeling a little unsure about reinterpreting such a classic.

Thinking better of it, she quickly transformed from a grumpy old man into a silly little girl.

And all was right with the world.

My Own Garden Fairy

The past week was wonderful for a myriad of reasons, but mostly because it was spent with her.

A lover of flowers and dirt and trees and squirrels (but not of birds) she is completely in her element when she’s outdoors.